Caved

Lazy Sunday morning.  Rory on the couch.  French Open Men’s Final on the tube.

Awesomeness.

I can’t help but flash forward to this year’s US Open on Labor Day weekend in New York City.  I haven’t missed the annual tennis tourney since I moved to Manhattan four years ago.

It’s always an amazing experience, but this year’s is gonna be special.  Because this year I’m attending the big event…as a member.

Not of the USTA.  (I joined a while back so I could buy tickets early.)  Nope, I finally caved and got an American Express card.  Because membership has its privileges…especially at the US Open.

For the past four years, I have walked past all the booths and kiosks with their special “For AE Card members only” signs.  Feeling left out.  Feeling…less.  Heck, one year I even used my friend Beth’s card information so I could get the special “For AE Card members only” radio headset to listen to the play-by-play during the matches.

Not this year.

I’m one of them now.  One of the uppity-ups.  Getting all the special drinks, special seats and special treatment.

But don’t worry.  I’ll be back with the little people at tourney’s end.

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3 responses to “Caved

  1. I was working out this morning and watching the local news when a commercial came on advertising Paul McCartney coming to the Sprint Center in KC in July. Don’t remember when tickets go on sale but American Express cardholders get 3 days to pre-buy before they go to the general public. I had to chuckle as my first thought was “Hey Carla could pre-buy tickets if she still lived in KC and wanted to see Sir Paul.” Love your blogs!!

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